Steamy Dorm

by Kristine Robinson

  “Ahh…”

  Lower, lower, Cameron went, biting and kissing his flesh until he reached the hem of Adrien’s pants. The button was popped, quick, zipper down. Adrien’s hands joined Cameron’s in shoving hos pants down, off his hips, off his body entirely. He was relieved when he was freed, when the confines of his clothing were entirely gone. Laying bare there for Cameron, having the other watching him so intently. And oh, Cameron watched him. He sat back a bit, taking him in. Adrien could feel the blush, creeping, from his chest up his neck, to his face as the heat warmed beneath his skin.

  “You’re really gorgeous, you know,” Cameron said.

  Adrien didn’t know how to respond to that, only to bite his lip. No one had ever called him gorgeous – at least not like Cameron did. Reverent, almost. Worshipful.

  Cameron saved him from having to figure out a response, however. His head dipped down between his legs, his mouth going to his length almost instantly. His legs spread wider of their own accord, and he moaned openly for Cameron as he began to lower onto his length, heat and wet encasing him. His fingers threaded through Cameron’s hair, tugging and pulling with the bob of Cameron’s head again him.

  “God… Cameron don’t stop… don’t stop…”

  He writhed, wanton, toes curling at the way Cameron took him down all the way into the back of his throat, into that hot, constricting place that had his member leaking the evidence of his arousal onto Cameron’s tongue.

  Cameron didn’t stop, not a second. Only when he pulled off to lean up and grab lube from the dresser drawer did he pop off of Adrien, but he was quickly back between Adrien’s legs before he could complain. His mouth returned with renewed fervor, and it was with a sweet groan that Adrien lifted his hips up further for Cameron, feeling the slick press of a finger against his hole.

  He had been with men before. Past boyfriends, usually, it was hard for him to get into the having a fling, thing. It had been so long since he’d slept with someone though. He was almost embarrassed about how eager he was to feel the insistent nudge against his entrance, to the opening of tight ring of muscle. There was no resistance that he gave – he let Cameron work that one inside him, and then another. It was pleasurable in a way that giving it to himself wasn’t. He liked having Cameron’s hands on him – anticipated what was to come.

  The more Cameron worked him over, the hotter he became. It felt like his body was on fire, like he was going to catch aflame – and he couldn’t say that he didn’t want to. It only intensified when Cameron removed his fingers, replacing them with his tongue as his hand wrapped once more around his length.

  “Oh, God!”

  It was better than his fantasies, in all honesty. Cameron’s tongue pressed inside him, stroking hotly and wet within his wanting body. It’d go in, Cameron’s mouth pressed wholly against him, before sliding on to slide against the rim of his entrance. It made his whole body shake, it felt so good, was so intimate and personal to have Cameron bringing him pleasure like that –

  He arched against Cameron’s mouth as fingers returned, keeping him spread open as Cameron went at him. Occasionally, one would slide in, another tease, until Cameron pressed what felt like all four inside of him, driving them into him mercilessly, making him feel like Cameron was using more than just fingers on him, bringing him close to a peak that was almost too high to handle. He writhed, rocked, moved with them though. He couldn’t deny he wanted more, more, more, until he could feel his body split in half from how amazing it felt to him.

  Cameron’s fingers brushed deep inside him, sliding against that pleasured group of nerves in his body. It was always so hard for him to get it on his own, but Cameron managed, making his body shake as those fingers concentrated on the spot. It had his brow slicked with sweat, and he felt himself growing ever closer and closer – but no matter how good it felt, he didn’t want his release like that.

  “Cameron – I want you.” His voice sounded broken, more than it ever had with any other man – but it was honest in his need for Cameron to give him more, give him everything.

  That’s all he wanted.

  There was no more teasing after that. No more foreplay. Cameron opened him up just a little more – enough for something better to slide inside him.

  Cameron pulled away, once more rummaging through the dresser. Adrien watched, palming his length insistently as Cameron deftly and eagerly tore a condom from its packaging. Cameron slid it over his hard length, and Adrien could see its thickness protruding from between Cameron’s legs. He spread his own wider, inviting Cameron to him. Cameron’s body overshadowed his as he propped himself up over Adrien, arms on either side of his head. Adrien met him halfway in a kiss, moaning into it as he felt Cameron nudge against his entrance. He exhaled, body relaxing as every inch slid in, in, opening him up even more around the press of Cameron inside him.

  It was an easy, pleasurable pace Cameron set – deep and smooth in the rolls of his hips against Adrien. Adrien’s arms went around him, holding him close, nails digging into his back. He lost himself in how good it felt, in how full Cameron made him. He soon had his hips rocking with Cameron’s, legs tight about Cameron’s waist to keep him deep within him.

  There was no rhyme nor reason – they were just there. Together. They became one, melting against each other’s bodies in the moment. Kisses stolen, sweet pants of breath against the other. Every sensation wove through him, coursing faster and faster, electrocuting through his body. This was what he had wanted. Full circle. There was nothing better.

  “Cameron… harder…” He breathed out against Cameron’s neck where he’d buried his face, kissing into his neck almost desperately. Cameron answered him with a hard buck of his hips, his hands sliding down to grip at Adrien’s pinning him down. The sensation of the pressure made Adrien moan, arch up against Cameron.

  “You feel so good,” Cameron moaned. “Damn… Never been like this…”

  Adrien bit his lip, nodding. He could barely form words at that moment, but he felt the same – nothing had ever felt this intense to him, this good. The hard cant of Cameron’s hips only got harder, faster, the pace making him breathe heavy against Cameron’s flesh. He leaned up, taking Cameron in another kiss, desperately drinking from his mouth.

  “God, Cameron. More. More,” he begged, hips bucking erratically up against Cameron, insatiable.

  A vibrating growl came from Cameron, and those hands at Adrien’s hips moved to his thighs, prying them from around his waist. Adrien let himself be easily flipped over, his face in the pillows and his rear up in the air. Cameron spread him again, laying his body over him as he slid into him hard, his member hitting deep as their pelvises were flush with each other. Cameron bucked into him from behind as he pinned him down by the hands and kissed the back of his neck and all over his back where he could reach.

  “You’re so gorgeous,” Cameron breathed. “Gorgeous and hot and you feel so good. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you, how much. I’m never gonna let you go, Adrien. Never.”

  The weight of those words coursed through Adrien, running in tandem with the pleasures that Cameron wrought through his body. It had him moaning into the sheets, body shaking. He couldn’t help it, couldn’t stand it. It was so much. So much, so good, so –

  “Ah, Cameron!”

  His body tensed, almost seizing on him. He rocked back against Cameron’s body, his length spilling hot and heavy from between his legs – but Cameron didn’t let up. Cameron continued to lay into him, the rhythm of his hips building and building as he kept Adrien pinned down. It was such a firework of sensation, so mind-blowingly intense. It was heightened when Cameron’s hips stuttered against him in his own release, as Cameron pressed flush against him as he spilled.

  Cameron panted over him, the rolls of his hips slowing steadily. Still, Cameron remained inside him, hard, as he brushed his lips against Adrien’s shoulders. Adrien knew they would need to part, eventually, but he wasn’t… he wasn’t ready… there was
more that he wanted.

  And, really, would he ever truly get enough?

  He tilted his head back taking Cameron in a kiss.

  “I want to feel it… inside me,” he moaned against Cameron’s lips. Cameron was quiet for a while, processing the request.

  “Are you sure?” he said, kissing Adrien in between his words. Adrien nodded.

  “I trust you.”

  Cameron eased out of him, gentle in his motions. He removed the condom from his still-hard length, discarding it somewhere Adrien didn’t pay attention to. He only had one focus, and that was on Cameron, having him inside him, feeling him. He was given just that when Cameron slid inside him again, and Adrien gasped at the feel of it – skin against skin, no barriers, just him and Cameron.

  Cameron brought him in for another kiss, mouth open against his deeply as they melded together once more, though thoroughly, full contact. Cameron’s fingers twined with his, squeezing as he held him close to his body.

  Adrien could feel every inch of Cameron on him. Every groove of muscle, every plane of flesh. And the feeling… the feeling of him inside him was intense. Hot. The pulse of his length against the walls of his insides felt like no other, the slickened head sliding in and out of him against his sweet nerve endings – it had him ablaze again, had him gasping and moaning Cameron’s name until it was nothing but unintelligible syllables falling off his tongue.

  “It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Cameron breathed, seeming to be in his own deep space, enthralled with the wanton man beneath him. “I’ve got you. Always will…”

  The promise was so sweet, so sincere – deep. It felt like more than just an utterance in the moment of passion. It was a real thing, an honest feeling and emotion that Cameron was giving him.

  When they reached their completion again, it was together. Adrien, already a mess, came over Cameron’s hand as it wrapped itself around his length, and Cameron spilled inside the heat of Adrien’s body – though this time, Adrien was able to revel in the hot feeling of Cameron’s seed filling him. There was so much of it… it leaked out of his entrance around Cameron’s slowly softening length, but Adrien had to admit that he liked the feeling of it… It was intimate – that’s why he’d asked for it.

  They basked in the afterglow together. Cameron kept his forehead pressed against Adrien’s and they breathed together as they came down. It had been better than Adrien had imagined, far better. He had a feeling that it was equally good for Cameron, too. He had never seen the other with such glazed over, content eyes. It warmed his heart, made him happy that he had brought that out in Cameron.

  Part of him wanted to lay there for the rest of the evening, wrapped up in Cameron. The more logical part, however, knew that neither would enjoy the cooling release that was on their skin and the sheets. It was Adrien, then, that spoke up.

  “We should get cleaned up,” he said softly, his voice a little hoarse from their activities.

  Cameron nodded, listlessly. “Yeah… Yeah.”

  Instead, though, he kissed Adrien again. And again. Adrien chuckled, meeting each one with a soft enthusiasm that couldn’t be matched.

  “I know,” he said. “I know… Come on.”

  He tugged at Cameron’s lip, and sat up. They both disentangled from each other, reluctant, and Adrien couldn’t deny the feeling of loss as Cameron pulled himself from inside of him – though he did enjoy the last wet slide of cum drizzling out of his hole.

  They slowly collected themselves, and made for Cameron’s bathroom. Cameron decided for them that they were going to bathe, rather than shower; Adrien was entirely okay with this as they both slid into the steamy hot sanctuary of bubbly bath water once it was fully prepared.

  Leaning back against Cameron, steam wafting up around them, Adrien smiled.

  He’d never been happier.

  Cameron

  Truth be told, Cameron had dated. A lot. When he was younger, he had had a lot of boyfriends, often at once. His father had never been very supportive of him being gay – and that had never stopped Cameron from being as gay as possible in the face of his father. When he was younger, the promiscuity was his way of reclaiming himself. Of throwing a middle finger up to the rest of the world and especially his father. If he wasn’t going to be accepted, then oh well. He would be himself, everyone else be damned.

  That had, surprisingly, lessened as he got into college, grew a little, matured. Thinking back over the last few months, he was glad that he had sobered the part of him that told him that he had to be as abundantly out there, sleeping with everyone and anyone just to stick it to his family. Glad, because he didn’t want to think of what that version of him would have done to Adrien.

  He… genuinely liked Adrien. A lot. He had known that he liked him when he had originally asked him out, but there was more to it the longer that they were officially together. It just… felt right. Like it was supposed to be. He didn’t usually think of himself as the overly romantic type, but he sure as hell knew that there was more to being with Adrien than just sating a superficial physical attraction – it was more than sex. It was why he had put off actually sleeping with Adrien the way that he had, until after they had openly agreed they’d be together. He didn’t want Adrien to think that’s all it was, when it wasn’t.

  As a result, his days and nights were often filled with thoughts of where he wanted to progress with Adrien. Well. He knew where he wanted to progress. It was just a matter of doing so. He would have been happy proposing the question to Adrien any day… But Adrien was a nervous type, shy and anxious all wrapped up into one man.

  One man he… desperately wanted a long-term connection with.

  It didn’t actually take Cameron long to decide. He gave himself one week to go over the pros and cons of asking Adrien. The pros certainly outweighed the cons. It might have been risky, but they had been together for a while. They were ready. He knew they were.

  “Adrien? Did you hear me? I wanted to ask you if you would come and meet my mother.”

  They were at a café in Adrien’s neighborhood, sitting together at a table over mochas and croissants. He thought that meeting parents was the next logical step to their relationship. After all, his father might not have been in the picture anymore, but his mother was – and unlike he father had been, his mother was an open woman, accepting. She hadn’t understood his inclinations at first, but that had just been at first, and she had opened up wonderfully to the fact that her boy liked, well, other boys.

  Adrien seemed stunned at the sudden suggestion, and sat with his mocha in his hands, halfway to his lips before its stagnant rest. That pretty blush was apparent on his cheeks.

  “You want me to meet your mother?” he asked.

  Cameron nodded. “I do. I think it’s about time, don’t you? I mean, it’s been a few months, and it’s not like I would be taking you to see my father –”

  “I want to go,” Adrien said, almost immediately. Cameron smiled.

  “You do?”

  “Yeah, I do. We’re just going to have to get, um. Time off work. For a proper trip.”

  Getting that time off, it turned out, wasn’t actually all that hard. Their boss, Ally Sharpton, was all for letting the two of them off the hook for a week to go upstate to see Cameron’s mother.

  Be sure to take lots of pictures so we and the kids can see!

  Cameron had promised that they would definitely be taking a lot of pictures with his mother.

  The biggest thing that Cameron had worried about, was Adrien’s nerves. Surprisingly – and perhaps a sign of hope – was the fact that Adrien was quite calm. Or at least, more so than usual. Cameron could tell when they boarded the plane together that it caused a bit of tension in Adrien, but he was at least happy that it was more so the fear of flying than it was apprehension about his mother.

  “She’s really not that scary,” he’d assured Adrien when he had told him about his mother. “She’s just particular about her kitchen. Don’t leave it a mess, an
d she won’t leave you a mess.”

  That had made Adrien smile, at least.

  The flight was otherwise uneventful. Cameron kept his hand on Adrien’s, intertwined together warmly. When it was time to leave, he led Adrien out (Cameron had actually flown before, and this was Adrien’s first flight.)

  “Is there anything I need to say to her or anything that she’s going to expect?” Adrien asked him, nervously. Cameron laughed, shaking his head.

  “My mother is only going to want to know why I’ve kept you from her for so long. She’ll probably call me ungentlemanly for not having introduced to two of you before now. Now, I don’t think she’s going to expect anything else but on the off chance –”

  “Cameron Leon Smith. Took you long enough. Is this him? My God he’s cute. Why have you kept this gem of a boy away from me for so long? Where are your manners?”

  Cameron looked down, smiling, as a woman even shorter than Adrien came up to them. She was slight in frame, though she was thick-bodied and wasn’t ashamed of it, either. His mother hugged him before she pulled away to look up to him reproachfully.

  He smiled down at his mother. “Sorry ma. You know me. I like keeping what I like to myself. I’m selfish.”

  “Mmm.” Her lips pursed. “Don’t I know it. Well. Introduce us, then.”

  In all honesty, Adrien looked terrified. But Cameron stepped aside, gesturing to his mother.

  “Ma, Adrien. Adrien, Ma. Ms. Loretta Lou Smith. Feistiest little short woman you’ll ever meet in your life.”

  His mother stepped forward, wrapping her arms around a very surprised Adrien. Cameron encouraged him, gesturing to him that it was okay. He watched as Adrien wrapped his arms around the smaller woman.

  “It’s nice to meet you, ma’am,” he said. She shushed him, shaking her head.

  “Oh, no, none of that ‘ma’am’ stuff. Just call me Loretta. No need to be so formal when you’re dating my boy.”